[He paused only for a moment to look up at the ceiling just as some rocks broke free to collapse. His temper flared, which only served to fuel the powers he worked with. He lashed out with a blast of fire, incinerating the rocks above him, and the cave wall before him, but the exertion of the spell brought him to his knees. He clutched at his chest and gasped for air, just as the foul magic faded from him. The black of his skin seems to fade off him like steam, and the tattoos faded to a more dull green.
The process was slow, as his agitation from his condition fueled the power, but ultimately he was too weak to maintain the transformation.]
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The process was slow, as his agitation from his condition fueled the power, but ultimately he was too weak to maintain the transformation.]